Washed Those Bruises Away

Grimy upbeat delta blues with female vocals, overdriven slide guitar and swampy stomp-clap groove, Verses stay close and gritty with growling bass and rattling snare; chorus opens with big gang shouts, tambourine, and bright organ stabs, Brief call-and-response ad-libs, raw room reverb, and a dirty harmonica break push the energy, delta blues, female vocals

[Verse 1] Met him on a Tuesday Mud on his boots Crooked grin I was all scar and silence Heart like an old trash bin He said "Girl You look tired" Pulled out a chair Not a line Hands rough as busted concrete Touch soft as summer wine [Chorus] His love washed those past bruises away Like a hard rain hittin' red clay All that hurt runnin' down the drain He scrubbed my soul Left the stain of his name His love washed those past bruises away [Verse 2] I used to flinch at footsteps Jump when a door slammed shut Now I dance in the kitchen (hey!) Bare feet Flour on my cut He laughs when my voice cracks Says "Sing it wrong Sing it loud" Kisses my busted stories Like he's proud of every cloud [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Now when the thunder starts talkin' I don’t shake I sway [call-and-response backing vocals: "Sway Girl Sway"] Storm might rattle these windows But it can’t take what he gave [guitar solo] [Chorus]

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